Brotherhood Of Blood Ds2 Novels & Stories

I couldn’t let that happen. Slowly I cleared the tears off of my eyes. I was my mother’s daughter. I was my father’s soldier. These boys are a piece of cake compared to the wars I’ve won for my ungrateful father. The ardents were my teammates and if there was anything Bloodrage ever taught me. It was to never leave your own behind. My breath suddenly hitched as I watched one of the brothers, the one with a chopped hand zoom from the shadows, his good arm raised in silent rage. A thick blade glinted under the light.

Dan watched as his rival lifted his hand to gesture his guards to come to him. The first set of guards made their way to Mr Jones Vones as the next set walked to him with something in their hand. Dan looked closer. It wasn't a 'something', it was a someone. He looked again as he saw his brother all covered in blood. Damian looked tired as he opened his mouth gasping for air. His shirt and underwear were all covered in look. They had even been to read they now hung loosely on his body. Dan wanted to shout but he bit on his lower lip.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

Luther tries to keep me focused on him, but it’s hard whenever Adam and Blade look at me as if I’m a science experiment. Adam walks back to his desk rubbing his head as if he has a headache. I ask Luther, “Who are you guys? Like what clan or house do you belong to? Sorry, I’m still trying to understand the vampire lingo.” The corner of Luther’s mouth twitches up and he answers, “We’re the Ambrose brothers. So, a part of the Ambrose line.” I nod my head as if I knew what that meant, but honestly, I don’t know much about vampires. Most human societies don’t and my mom tried to keep me from doing research. It’s a miracle that I even knew Arthur Locke’s name.

The two brothers stood facing each other, their bodies battered and bloodied from the long and brutal fight. Dane glared at Dash, not buying his bullshit of a sorry. “Blood doesn’t make someone family.” Dane declared. “I hope you find the life you were looking for.” he paused. “In hell.” With a final, desperate lunge, Dash charged at Dane, his claws emerging, aimed at him. Dane saw the attack coming and sidestepped, bringing a silver blade from his side, and jammed it down into a swift, decisive strike. Dash’s eyes widened in shock as the silver blade pierced his chest, sinking deep into his heart. He let out a strangled cry, his body convulsing as he fell to the floor.

Haha… An eerie look appeared on Darryl’s face as he walked closer to him with the Blood Drinking Sword in his hand. “You’re telling me now it’s all a misunderstanding? My brother is still lying in the hospital and you are f*cking telling me it’s all but a misunderstanding?” His Blood Drinking Sword stabbed through Donoghue’s shoulder after he said that. “Ah!” The sword went through Donoghue’s shoulder along with a loud moan sounding like pigs in a slaughterhouse.

"I told you we escaped through a drainage lot. I told you Dante got hurt. But I never mentioned my arm. I haven't even let the medic touch it yet. How did you know it was broken, Congo?" Congo's eyes snapped to the rearview mirror, his brow furrowed as a dark, defensive anger flushed across his face. "What exactly are you trying to say, Sophia? How dare you even think I would want to endanger my brother's life?" "I'm just asking a question, Congo," I said, my voice tight, refusing to back down under his glare. "How did you know?" "I am his brother, Sophia!" Congo shouted, his voice booming inside the tight space of the SUV, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. "I share his blood

I hated that he noticed. He chuckled low. “Good. ’Cause there’s blood coming, brother. You either pick up your cut or get cut out.” I turned to him then, eyes cold. “You ever think maybe blood isn’t the answer?” He leaned in close, voice a whisper meant to sting. “This is the club, Ash. Blood’s always the answer here.” Before I could reply, Griff’s office door slammed open and he stepped out with fire in his eyes and a paper clutched in his hand.

The Brother might be huge and even a decent fighter, but he hasn’t made it his career to be a hunter and a killer. I’m on him again, aware that the second has been brought down by a pair of black wolves with silver streaks. I can hear the human, shrieking voice of Elsbeth, an irritation in the back of my mind as I snap at my foe. He twists, sinking his teeth into my leg but I’m on him.

They glared at themselves as the harsh sound of their breath filled the air. “You won’t mention her name here, Darian. If I was bad towards her, you would be worse!” Damian licked the blood that dripped from his lower lip and chuckled sinisterly “After all, we are brothers and have the same blood running through our veins.” He stomped out of the garage into the mansion and slammed the door shut, leaving an enraged Darian behind. Darian placed a hand on his neck and flexed. The pain shot through him and he winced, suddenly regretting dealing only one blow to Damian. That Bastard of a Brother.